[center][url=http://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/4094532][img]http://fontmeme.com/permalink/170101/a8a14ff223e0f7e8c252bc278eb84e8f.png[/img][/url][/center][hr][hr][center][color=fff200][i][b]Watchdog[/b][/i][/color] with [@alexfangtalon][@Gutshot][/center][hr][hr]"[color=00d7ff]Send me a text with the name of the bar you want your beer from, Tammy. I'll meet you there,[/color]" said Gil. If they weren't reconnoitering that evening then there was something he needed to fetch first. He had learned very early into his career why Sun Tzu was required reading for the agency: why "No plan survives first contact with the enemy" also were words worth memorizing.

He had planned to get mugged. With just enough money in his pocket to lower the thugs' suspicions a little (if they found nothing in your pockets then you were hiding your cash in your socks, and so on), they'd run off satisfied and be on their merry way. And in doing so they would have told Gil three things: their numbers, their [i]modus operandi[/i], and last, their surroundings. With Tammy posing as the member of a rival gang, putting a bullet through a single head, at some later date, from an unseen place on one of the nearby roofs, a message would have been passed along with minimal violence and mess. No one had to risk getting surrounded and outmatched; no one was walking away with missing teeth.

Now the robot was coming. Now there was going to be open conflict in the streets, and frankly, a sniper wasn't needed at all; Tammy could hide in NERON's chest cavity and neither would be put in harm's way. All danger had subsided, and so had all subtlety, which, while good for the streets, was not so fortunate for a man who needed food to eat, and money to buy food. So as Gil passed the bulletin board again, he scanned the [i]Burn the Kitchen[/i] entry one last time. Taking note that it gave no real insights into location, time, or any other details which Gil could use to find one of the "chefs," he realized that one would take some time. So he remembered Mr. Nandati's name, and resolved to ask Blaque about the address in just a little while, via phone.

He'd slip away once the fighting started. He wasn't needed. With that settled, he began toward his room, to grab his coat and briefcase.